When My Old Friends Said That They Miss Me
When I go back to the Islands
And my old friends said that they miss me
I miss me too,
the old me,
The one who had the futuristic ideas
the girl with
the nappy braids that locks
the girl with the ashy feet,
the one who work the land with her bare hands
I was liked a woman land army,
wild and carefree
the same girl who use her teeth to peel
out the hard skin and bite into the inner part of the sugarcane and chew it.
Planted roses, morning glories with a smile
The one who loaded sharp blades sugarcanes on to the high trucks
under the relentless sun or frigid rain
with aches and pain
and drank water from the pitchers
until the sun go down
Somehow, that girl survive those hard days
Even when she dance until dawn to the
Sound of the reggae beat and the oldies Goldie’s.
The one who woke up early to catch the 5:20 am bus
to travel to work in Wildleys for minimum wages.
So when I go back to the islands
And my old friends say they miss me
Old friends brings all of the memories
back into the present state of mind
for a woman who is growing old
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